Scene 9: The Pawpsicle Scam

[Judy is seen in Sahara Square where she is continuing her meter maid job. She prints out
another ticket and puts in on the windshield of a red car. She wipes her brow. Through the
reflection, she sees Finnick.]

Judy Hopps: Oh! Hey, little toot-toot...

[She notices Finnick holding a jar, and red juice is pouring out of a rain gutter. Nick is seen
on top of a roof, melting the Jumbo-pop on a chimney grate. After he melts it completely, he
tosses the stick down, slides down from the roof like a surfer, grabs the jars, and he and
Finnick walk inside their van and drive off. Judy looks confused as she sees Finnick driving
the van. She follows them to Tundratown and sees Nick and Finnick. Finnick makes paw
prints in the snow and puts small popsicle sticks by them, while Nick pours the melted
Jumbo-pop juice over it. Judy continues to watch them in confusion. Later, Nick is seen
carrying a cart of small Pawpsicles. He looks at the clock and it chimes 5:00. Lemmings are
seen exiting Lemming Brothers Bank.]

Nick Wilde: Pawpsicles! Get your pawpsicles.

[Some lemmings leave, then one of them takes notices and goes up to Nick, and the other
lemmings follow. The lemmings pay Nick as he hands them the pawpsicles one by one.
They eat the pawpsicles and throw the sticks in the recycle cans in unison. Finnick pops out
from the recycle cans and pulls carts holding the discarded sticks to the van. Judy watches
suspiciously. Later, in Little Rodentia, a mouse foreman is working until he is halted by Nick
putting the sticks in front of him.]

Nick Wilde: Lumber delivery!

Mouse foreman: What's with the color?

Nick Wilde: The color? Uhh... It's red wood.

[Judy watches from behind the grass and growls angrily, knowing she'd been conned.]

Scene 10: Judy Attempts to Arrest Nick

Nick Wilde: Thirty-nine, forty. There you go. Way to work that diaper, big guy! [Finnick takes
off the costume and goes in the van.] Hey! No kiss bye-bye for daddy? [Finnick slams the
door, spits out the pacifier and looks at Nick.]
Finnick: [in a deep gruff voice] You kiss me tomorrow, I'll bite your face off! [French hip hop
music starts playing; Finnick puts on shades] Ciao. [Finnick drives off, revealing a glaring
Judy. As Nick eats one of his own "pawpsicles", he stops at the sight of her.]

Judy Hopps: Well. I stood up for you, and you lied to me. You liar!

Nick Wilde: It's called a hustle, sweetheart. And I'm not the liar, he is! [points to the opposite
way; Judy looks, but sees no one. She turns back and sees that Nick disappeared. She
turns the other way and sees Nick walking away]

Judy Hopps: Hey! [chases Nick] All right, slick Nick, you’re under arrest.

Nick Wilde: Really, for what?

Judy Hopps: Gee, I don’t know. How about selling food without a permit, transporting
undeclared commerce across borough lines, false advertising...

Nick Wilde: [shows a certificate] Permit, receipt of declared commerce, and I did not falsely
advertise anything. Take care.

Judy Hopps: You told that mouse the pawpsicle sticks were redwood!

Nick Wilde: That’s right. [hands her the stick and taps it] Red wood. With a space in the
middle. Wood that is red. [Judy looks at the stick and then at Nick. Nick crosses the street as
wildebeest cross] You can’t touch me, Carrots. I've been doing this since I was born.

Judy Hopps: [threateningly] You’re gonna want to refrain from calling me "Carrots."

Nick Wilde: My bad, I just naturally assumed you came from some little carrot-choked
Podunk, no?

Judy Hopps: [gets through the wildebeest] Uh, no. Podunk is in Deerbrooke County and I
grew up in Bunnyburrow.

Nick Wilde: Okay. Tell me if this story sounds familiar. [takes a blueberry from a stand and
eats it] Naive little hick with good grades and big ideas decides, "Hey, look at me, I’m gonna
move to Zootopia, where predators and prey live in harmony and sing “Kumbaya”!" Only to
find - whoopsie - we don’t all get along. And that dream of becoming a big-city cop? Double
whoopsie! She’s a meter maid. And whoopsie number three-sie, no one cares about her or
her dreams. [As he says this, she looks sad and shocked that he knows everything] And
soon enough those dreams die, [Judy gives him a look of shock and anger at the mention of
the possibility of her dream dying] and our bunny sinks into emotional and literal squalor,
living in a box under a bridge. Till, finally, she has no choice but to go back home with that
cute fuzzy-wuzzy little tail between her legs [he brushes his tail against the ground to
emphasize] to become... You're from Bunnyburrow, is that what you said? So how about a
carrot farmer? Does that sound about right? [walks off, leaving Judy stunned. Judy follows
Nick and is almost trampled by a rhino] Be careful now, or it won’t just be your dreams
getting crushed.
Judy Hopps: [catches up to Nick, frustrated] Hey, hey! No one tells me what I can or can’t
be! Especially not some jerk who never had the guts to try and be anything more than a
pawpsicle hustler.

Nick Wilde: All right, look, everyone comes to Zootopia thinking they can be anything they
want. Well, you can’t. You can only be what you are. [points to himself] Sly fox, [points to
Judy] dumb bunny.

Judy Hopps: I am not a dumb bunny. [She sinks a bit and there is a soft squelch as she
sinks to her knees]

Nick Wilde: Right. [points down] And that's not wet cement. [Judy is seen up to her knees in
cement; Three construction beavers take notice and glare at her. Nick walks off as Judy
struggles to break loose] You'll never be a real cop. You’re a cute meter maid, though.
Maybe a supervisor one day. Hang in there! [Nick turns a corner, leaving Judy upset.]